Essays, stories, and reviews. I took pictures on my way home from work today. The sky was dramatic, as it always is when I pull out my phone.

Monday, November 9, 2015. Ryan held my hand as we drove home as fast as we could, both of us crying intermittently. We moved in slow motion across the dark road into the circle of lights from the police cars and the cars of the kind strangers who had stopped and stayed until we arrived. They shone on him as he lay beside the road, my beautiful Alex. And now he is gone.

Battling cancer with love, medicine, and the Giver of both. A Tribute to the Little Angels. Thank-you to all of you for your beautiful words and responses. I have not been replying but believe me, we have been reading and it has blessed us so much. So many of you have written of similar losses. And I felt compelled to write a tribute to all the little angels waiting for us. Your beginnings were weak, barely there,. Made in the darkest recesses of the earth.

The text I worked with was translated by Alfred David. Hopefully it adds to the meaning and beauty of the text. The Dream of the Rood. The Norton Anthology of English Literature. Myth, Fairy Tales, and Christian Faith.

The tumor was removed, but it was found to be an aggressive cancer. He endured seven months of chemo and six weeks radiation. In December of 2010, the day after his last treatment, he was rushed to the ER with an almost fatal bacterial infection. He is now seven-years-old! Monday, October 21, 2013. I promised I would update you- just not very often- and now I will keep that promise.

Friday, May 16, 2014. In which I speak of. Now the genealogies can go on. The influence of our ancestors permeates our being, our physical, spiritual, a.

Seems like just yesterday I was writing about our escapades of moving into our apartment on Plum St. Elijah had to get a tooth pulled. That means eating icecream is ok, and washing dishes is not. What kind of housekeeper are you? I like.